ABSTRUSE
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Sometimes I lose my sense of purpose, this story sometimes helps. Thought I would share it, hope you like it.
~A~
The Story of the Stonecutter
There was once a stonecutter, who was dissatisfied with himself and with his
position in life.
One day, he passed a wealthy merchant's house, and through the open gateway, saw
many fine possessions and important visitors. "How powerful that merchant must
be!" thought the stonecutter. He became very envious, and wished that he could
be like the merchant. Then he would no longer have to live the life of a mere
stonecutter.
To his great surprise, he suddenly became the merchant, enjoying more luxuries
and power than he had ever dreamed of, envied and detested by those less wealthy
than himself. But soon a high official passed by, carried in a sedan chair,
accompanied by attendants, and escorted by soldiers beating gongs. Everyone, no
matter how wealthy, had to bow low before the procession. "How powerful that
official is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a high official!"
Then he became the high official, carried everywhere in his embroidered sedan
chair, feared and hated by the people all around, who had to bow down before him
as he passed. It was a hot summer day, and the official felt very uncomfortable
in the sticky sedan chair. He looked up at the sun. It shone proudly in the sky,
unaffected by his presence. "How powerful the sun is!" he thought. "I wish that
I could be the sun!"
Then he became the sun, shining fiercely down on everyone, scorching the fields,
cursed by the farmers and laborers. But a huge black cloud moved between him and
the earth, so that his light could no longer shine on everything below. "How
powerful that storm cloud is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a cloud!"
Then he became the cloud, flooding the fields and villages, shouted at by
everyone. But soon he found that he was being pushed away by some great force,
and realized that it was the wind. "How powerful it is!" he thought. "I wish
that I could be the wind!"
Then he became the wind, blowing tiles off the roofs of houses, uprooting trees,
hated and feared by all below him. But after a while, he ran up against
something that would not move, no matter how forcefully he blew against it - a
huge, towering stone. "How powerful that stone is!" he thought. "I wish that I
could be a stone!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a stone!"
Then he became the stone, more powerful than anything else on earth. But as he
stood there, he heard the sound of a hammer pounding a chisel into the solid
rock, and felt himself being changed. "What could be more powerful than I, the
stone?" he thought. He looked down and saw far below him the figure of a
stonecutter.
~A~
The Story of the Stonecutter
There was once a stonecutter, who was dissatisfied with himself and with his
position in life.
One day, he passed a wealthy merchant's house, and through the open gateway, saw
many fine possessions and important visitors. "How powerful that merchant must
be!" thought the stonecutter. He became very envious, and wished that he could
be like the merchant. Then he would no longer have to live the life of a mere
stonecutter.
To his great surprise, he suddenly became the merchant, enjoying more luxuries
and power than he had ever dreamed of, envied and detested by those less wealthy
than himself. But soon a high official passed by, carried in a sedan chair,
accompanied by attendants, and escorted by soldiers beating gongs. Everyone, no
matter how wealthy, had to bow low before the procession. "How powerful that
official is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a high official!"
Then he became the high official, carried everywhere in his embroidered sedan
chair, feared and hated by the people all around, who had to bow down before him
as he passed. It was a hot summer day, and the official felt very uncomfortable
in the sticky sedan chair. He looked up at the sun. It shone proudly in the sky,
unaffected by his presence. "How powerful the sun is!" he thought. "I wish that
I could be the sun!"
Then he became the sun, shining fiercely down on everyone, scorching the fields,
cursed by the farmers and laborers. But a huge black cloud moved between him and
the earth, so that his light could no longer shine on everything below. "How
powerful that storm cloud is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a cloud!"
Then he became the cloud, flooding the fields and villages, shouted at by
everyone. But soon he found that he was being pushed away by some great force,
and realized that it was the wind. "How powerful it is!" he thought. "I wish
that I could be the wind!"
Then he became the wind, blowing tiles off the roofs of houses, uprooting trees,
hated and feared by all below him. But after a while, he ran up against
something that would not move, no matter how forcefully he blew against it - a
huge, towering stone. "How powerful that stone is!" he thought. "I wish that I
could be a stone!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a stone!"
Then he became the stone, more powerful than anything else on earth. But as he
stood there, he heard the sound of a hammer pounding a chisel into the solid
rock, and felt himself being changed. "What could be more powerful than I, the
stone?" he thought. He looked down and saw far below him the figure of a
stonecutter.
